When the Beach Beckons Destiny

by Debra Mae White on August 26, 2016

Seagull Pic“Who is not afraid of pure space – that breathtaking space of an open door? But despite fear, one goes through to the room beyond.” – Anne Morrow Lindberg, Gift from the Sea

 Walking by the water has always been cathartic for me.  The beach is the place I have come for decades to mull over decisions, stretch my sights forward and seek the quiet whispers of answers to life’s mysteries.  Today I spied a lone seagull watching me, observant, almost suspicious.  Buoyed by my past successes by the sea, I returned the gaze with a brazen stare.

But this day was different somehow. Instead of answers rising up, memories tumbled out, like my life was an overturned cup. Before me I glimpsed the young girl who dreamed of adventure, the mother who brought her babes to play along the shore at sunset and the woman who leaned into the warm kiss of her one true love while the ocean nodded in approval. Thinking of days gone by with the roar of the waters filling my ears, a ping of pain hit my heart like an arrow and I let the waves have their way with me.  The vessel that held the happenings of yesteryear was being emptied, becoming vacuous and bare.

Despite a blazing summer sun, a shower of primal green rain born of the blue sky appeared overhead. I had the sense I was being cleansed from above and below, purged, purified and prepared for what was yet to come.

Walking and walking and walking some more, I had the thought that this practice was active rest, an oxymoron to some, a welcome respite to those who know the reverie the gulf has to offer. The current comes and goes with a liquid chant, creating a dreamlike humming that is heaven sent.

My mind travelled to the edge of a metaphor likening the changing waters to life, twisting and turning me about, rising to grab and pull me under when I least expect, the tide taking me along a path of its own doing. I saw myself diving deep to bring back a gem of wisdom from the sea and cradle the insight like a pearl in the palm of my hand. Instead, I chose to sit and rest. I chose to allow the wind and the clouds and the sea to mesmerize me. 

Soon the cacophony gave way to silence in the soft center of my being. There I waited peacefully to become the next version of myself. While I lingered in the stillness, the gull turned and looked back at me. With the sweep of a royal emissary, she flew off toward her destiny.

 What comes to you when you walk on the beach?

 Savor the moment….

Debra Mae


Crossing the Desert in the Soul

by Debra Mae White on August 11, 2016

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“Whenever new life grows and emerges, darkness is crucial to the process.  Whether it’s the caterpillar or the chrysalis, the seed in the ground, the child in the womb, or the True Self in the soul, there’s always a time of waiting in the dark.” –  Sue Monk Kidd

Ever since we returned from our extended overseas travel, I haven’t felt like I fit in my life.  Some have told me it’s not unusual to have trouble re-entering the everyday world after being immersed in the mystical energy of ancient lands. Even so, I was feeling empty inside and sank into a funk, sans meaning or motivation. Before long, a malaise settled upon me like a sorcerer’s spell. I came to dwell in a dry patch of life that plunged me down into the dark desert of my soul.

This morning I read the parable of the stream in “An Ordinary Life Transformed,” by Rev. Stephanie Rutt. The little stream sometimes struggled when it flowed past rocks and roots along the way. Such obstacles might pose a delay, yet in time could be conquered. When the water came upon the desert, no amount of effort would overcome the sinking of the stream into the sand. Soon the water became nothing but a trickle unable to flow across the parched land.  Only when the stream became still did it rise up into the air, transformed through evaporation into cumulous clouds filled with rain. When the rain fell, the stream once again became fluid and reached the other side of the desert.

We are conditioned to use effort to stay on our path in life, to power through the rocks that land on our road. Even those of us walking the road less traveled hope our spiritual practice will soldier us on through whatever comes our way. To sit still and wait in the dark when we start to sink, trusting that in time we will be transformed takes courage indeed. For me, it feels like losing myself in the uncertainty of what I cannot possibly know. Here I stand humbled to the process of stillness, reminded that true rest is a total surrender. Only when we give ourselves over completely, will we emerge anew.

What do you do when you come upon a desert?

Savor the moment…

Debra Mae


Lingering on the Bridge Between Worlds

May 25, 2016

“We bring our humanity into that space of strangeness where darkness sometimes gives us the power to see.” – Sarah York, Pilgrim Heart  Wandering between the worlds has become a past time for my husband Dennis and me. We go deep inside the well of spiritual nourishment with our meditation time, studying the wisdom of […]

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Sweet Serendipities

May 5, 2016

“You have more abilities than you know.  Discover your full palette.  Take a break and beckon a breakthrough.” – Tama Kieves, Inspired & Unstoppable Last night I amazed myself by stirring up some homemade candy bark with flower essences.  This was my first foray into concocting candy and a creative endeavor way beyond my comfort […]

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Foretelling a Reality Shift

April 15, 2016

“Faith is our small but necessary offering to any new change or encounter” – Richard Rohr, The Naked Now The past and the future slip across the screen of our inner eye and we glimpse the comings and goings of who we once were and who we may someday be. While we brave each day […]

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Noticing and Nourishing the Inner You

April 7, 2016

“To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts.” – Henry David Thoreau A favorite fantasy of mine during times of duress was to escape in my mind to a life of obscurity. Whenever my plate got too full with commitments that overwhelmed my capabilities, a part of me would make […]

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When We Are Called Within

March 27, 2016

“There are so few sanctuaries in the day or in the week that most women can enter alone and set our souls down into the deep” – Kathleen Hirsch When I was a child and Easter approached, my mother would make us sit still and contemplate what Jesus did for us on the cross. In […]

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Enlarging Your Understanding of the Ultimate

March 11, 2016

“This yearning to know our true nature is universal” – Jean Houston On our first day back in Sedona last September, a monsoon swept through Boyton Canyon. We started our dinner outside on the patio overlooking the dramatic drop of the red rocks and moved inside at sunset when dollops of rain began falling in […]

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Breath of Heart

February 26, 2016

“To many mystics, the world begins and ends with breath. Inside that single action starts life and the known universe.” Matthew Edlund, M.D Life as we know it contains order and randomness, chaos and contentment. What is real and never changes exists between those temporal conditions, in the space where true rest resides. The mind […]

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A Sparrow Tale

February 19, 2016

“Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart – W. B. Yeats We all have known times of giving too much, whether to work, family or charity. One fine spring when I was working way too hard, I spied a young sparrow that had strayed from the watchful eye of its mother. […]

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